The second part of the Bash was fairly normal except for periodic high winds outside. When the guys turned the corner at Cabo, Jeff called Robert up from below to see the strange sky. There were low, black, rounded, sort of swirling clouds with thunder and lightning, in a circle overhead, and an opening in front of them. They got away as fast as they could, but then called me on the Sat phone and Robert's voice was shaking. So Eileen and I shook for a couple hours after that. I had been giving them weather reports via the Sat phone, and no where in any of the internet sites or forecasts had a cyclone been mentioned.
Sunday, March 23, 2014
|Pedro and Cooper having a love fest on board. Pedro's wife is due any day now, his seventh with Rosa.|
Thursday, March 20, 2014
|Every morning we hear the weed blower from deep in those trees Vallarta Adventures - and then the tourist boats go out around 8 am. We wake up slowly and think we are blessed to have this to see.|
Monday, March 3, 2014
|These photos were taken before our southing trip - but worth posting: Lisa and Ailsa at a potluck on our boat. We borrowed the table from the Muelle Grille.|
|We call these African Tulip trees in Hawaii. Spring has sprung here in the bay.|
|Who knows if these dreams are dead or just a cheap place for storage outside of La Cruz. We wondered how the boat got here.|
|Robert is getting ready to take the dogs to their favorite beach. The water is so clear and warm, in comparison to Nuevo we don't really want to leave. The morning we left we heard more than one monkey chattering up a storm in the trees.|
|Good dog beach is to the right of Robert. These last two photos were taken by a special camera by Jon on Molly J.|
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Back in our slip in Nuevo, tired and happy. The dogs had their bunk in the main salon fixed so that they would be protected: pillows all around. I slept with them for a bit and then Alan and I relieved Robert while we were off Cabo Corriented. Robert said that at one point he was making two knots north, but when we turned towards the Bay, we managed four plus.
Both Alan and I felt we were seeing things( hoping to, really) as it was to be another six hours to get to our slip. Cold fifteen knots blew out of the Bay up until 100 knots off the breakwater. Then Robert rebuilt the head. Three bad things happened in the last 24 hours, perhaps to balance the benificence of Barra/Tenacatita: the head crapped out (no pun intended), the safety rail (freshly redone) broke, and the freezer gave up the ghost.
|Home are the sailors or home at Tacos Muelle. Hooray. Too tired to deal withe cooking all the food in the freezer, and celebrating that the head is working again. Robert is a miracle worker.|
Saturday, February 22, 2014
|Color is everywhere and when you add in the myriad colors of the ocean, the clouds and the people, it is exhilirating.|
|The dome is ubiquitous - and seems to be more Arab than Spanish. Moorish influence? The plants are very much the same as Hawaii and often make me homesick.|